Realism
"Realism"
Living in a bleak world,
The realizations of the people.
All the broken dreams,
Crumbling as the world turns.
Broken souls walk the streets,
With empty minds,
And faded eyes.
Days on end,
Walking the same circuit.
Dark nights with no dreams,
And bright days with no future.
The day reality is known,
Is the day that pattern starts.
Realism is inevitable,
And makes the world pointless.
Copyright © Alex Gladu | Year Posted 2012
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